Pecos Bill: I ought to plug you two right now, but I make it a rule never to kill a man on Sunday.
Zeb: Today's Wednesday.
Pecos Bill: I ain't apologizin' to no ox.
Calamity Jane: Anybody make a move and I'll fill 'em full of lead, or my name ain't Calamity Jane.
Pecos Bill: We came to say goodbye, Daniel.
Daniel Hackett: I knew you would.
Jonas Hackett: Just 'cause it's a tall tale don't mean it ain't true.
Daniel Hackett: Who are you?
Pecos Bill: I'm a ring-tailed roarer. I can draw faster, shoot straighter, ride harder and drink longer than any man alive. I ride cyclones and I wrestle.
Daniel Hackett: You got a name, don't you?
Pecos Bill: I'm getting' to that. I'm the rip-snortinest cowboy that ever rode north, south, east or west of the Rio Grande. I'm Pecos Bill.
Daniel Hackett: Pa, Pecos Bill ain't real.
Jonas Hackett: He's out there... where there's still enough elbow room for a man to wander. He's out there... where the land is still young and wild. You don't believe me? I swear to you by the code of the West, Pecos Bill is as real as you and me. Now, you know the Code of the West don't you?
Daniel Hackett: Yeah, Pa, I know.
Jonas Hackett: Respect the land, defend the defenseless and don't never spit in front of women and children.
Pecos Bill: Don't lose the dream.
Daniel Hackett: Somebody has to do something.
Answer: Because he knows his dad is not going to sell no matter what he says.